"Lady Ravenclaw also writes poetry?"
Andy pulled the book off the shelf and chuckled, "Kinda fancy."
Casually, he flipped through it.
Poetry written by wizards was naturally different from that of muggles, after all, the world-views between the two were different, and the perspective of things was naturally different.
If one looked at it from the perspective of a muggle, Lady Ravenclaw's poetry was very fairytale-like, and it looked as if an unworldly princess was expressing her emotions.
But if you look at it from a wizard's perspective, there are traces of magic everywhere.
Just like this poem, roughly translated as: Today I am in a good mood, it is snowing in the sky, and when it falls on the ground, it turns into a flower.
Isn't that Transfiguration?
Another poem has the following aning: I know many people, but I don't want to know what they are thinking, because that would make sad.
Isn't that the effect of Legilincy?
Andy had read about Legilincy when he was learning the Occluncy.
Legilincy is a very dangerous magic, without a good mindset, the end result of abusing Legilincy is to suffer from autism.
In serious cases, one would even commit suicide.
Andy roughly flipped through it and had to say that Lady Ravenclaw was quite sentintal.
She had put a lot of tips for casting spells, as well as so of the dangers of magic, into the poem.
"Hmmm..." Andy sumd up the books and pondered deeply in his mind.
The rumour in the world was that Lady Ravenclaw died of an illness. It was said that when she died, her daughter was not very old.
In other words, Lady Ravenclaw was probably in her forties when she died.
Even in the Muggle world, such an age was considered a young death, not to ntion in the magic world where per capita longevity was high.
Andy had lived in the wizarding world for about ten years and had never really heard of any wizard who had died of illness.
Most of the patients in St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries had either suffered from faulty spell casting or magical accidents while researching magic, while a small number had been injured in battle.
"The cause of death is a mystery ..."
Andy was more convinced that Lady Ravenclaw had died in a serious magical accident than a so-called illness.
"Alas!"
Andy sighed, pulled out a few more books and found a seat to continue reading.
A shadow seed to flash before his eyes, Andy looked up, "Ms Gray?"
Since the last ti he spoke to Ms. Gray, Andy hadn't seen Ms. Gray again.
Andy felt as if she was avoiding him before.
"Aren't you giving up yet?" Ms. Gray floated in the air with a vaguely condescending look.
Andy rubbed his nose, "I'm a wizard, of course, I have to do sothing in line with my identity."
Andy had actually guessed Ms Gray's identity, he was looking for sothing left behind by her mother, so it was natural for Lady Ravenclaw's daughter to be a little uncomfortable when she saw him at this mont.
"In line with the identity?" It was the first ti Ms. Grey had heard that expression.
"Have you ever t an employee of the Ministry of Magic?"
Andy asked, then answered himself, "In my opinion, those people are nothing more than muggles who can use magic, not really wizards at all."
Ms Gray understood sowhat.
The Big Four back then were also like this, although they established the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for the sake of their ideals, they never gave up their respective magic studies.
Andy continued, "I think studying magic and pursuing the mysteries of ancient wizards is what a wizard should do."
Ms. Gray slowly turned around and gazed at the rows of bookshelves in the library, "Searching like you did will not yield results."
Andy: "?"
"Lady Ravenclaw values knowledge and wisdom more than anything else." Ms. Grey said.
Andy's expression froze, this was the second ti Ms. Grey had said that.
It was just that Andy had never been able to grasp what exactly Knowledge and Wisdom referred to.
By all rights, a young witch like Hermione should be very much to Lady Ravenclaw's liking.
This was also the reason when Hermione lied to Andy that she had read all the books here in one night, Andy imdiately believed it.
Seeing that Andy was still baffled, Ms. Gray shook her head, with a look that seed to say: rotten wood can't be carved.
Ms. Gray strode away, but Andy was no longer interested in reading the book.
Knowledge and wisdom...
This was the second ti Ms. Gray had hinted at it.
'Even Dumbledore couldn't discover it, so it is evident that what Lady Ravenclaw is using is not common magic.'
Andy thought quietly in his mind, 'So... either so kind of condition has to be t, or so kind of magical chanism has to be triggered.'
***
After an unknown amount of ti, the door of the library was pushed open, and Andy realized that he had been sitting in the library all night.
Andy cursed himself for being so swept up in the lore of the story.
He t up with Hermione in the common room, and then the two of them went to the Great Hall for breakfast together.
Just as they arrived in the Great Hall, Andy ate a large bite of lon.
Malfoy had been attacked by Harry again!
To be precise, Malfoy had been attacked again, it was simply unknown who the culprit was yet.
Harry and Ron were also in the Great Hall and were currently sitting at the Gryffindor long table eating.
At the mont Harry seed as if he was Voldemort himself and no one dared to sit within three ters of him.
Hermione looked at Andy reproachfully: you see, Malfoy took the bla for you again.
Andy muttered in a low voice: "Think about it, if I hadn't co up with the plan to kick Quirrell out of Hogwarts, maybe Malfoy wouldn't be the only one who would have encountered the attack."
Hermione thought about it for a mont and imdiately bought Andy's twisted reasoning.
"I'm not saying what you did was wrong."
Hermione said in the sa lowered voice, "But ... forget it! Malfoy being attacked is better than you being attacked."
Andy looked at Hermione in shock.
Is she still the sa good student in the original story?
Your persona has collapsed!
Andy imdiately thought of his mom Helen, who was also a proper Gryffindor when she was young, but since she got together with his dad Kyle, she imdiately abandoned the Gryffindor beliefs.
Think about what Helen's generation was like.
Normal Gryffindor: I'll fight Voldemort when I graduate.
Helen: I'll run away first.
From what Helen said, only one Gryffindor in her class defected to Voldemort, and it was rumoured to be Black.
According to Helen, she had long guessed that none of the Blacks were any good.
"What are you looking at about?" Hermione was a little embarrassed, she didn't know how she had said sothing like that.
"Nothing, it's quite nice." Andy was satisfied, that's very much in keeping with our Collins family tradition when you're like that.
As he was talking, Filch suddenly walked into the great hall and stuck a piece of parchnt on the great hall's wall.
A group of young wizards gathered around it with a huff and a puff.
Andy saw that all three roommates had gone over, so he didn't rush over to the crowd.
Soon, the three roommates retreated from the crowd.
Before Andy could go over to inquire, he saw the three of them walk over together.
Anthony had a bad smile on his face, "Andy, the three of us will follow you from now on."
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